Cold Reckoning

Darius

I leaned back in the chair, tilting my head slightly as I looked at the file open in front of me. The study was so silent that even the faintest sound would’ve echoed. My fingers drummed lazily against the surface of the desk, a slow rhythm that did nothing to quiet the storm inside me.

My eyes dropped to the name printed on the first page.

Derrick Park.

The photograph clipped to the corne